Terry A Posted April 8 Share Posted April 8 On days where no shadows waste slag the sky where words stop their blue jay chattering and Easter the rising bursts on sunlight still chained to every creeping sunset …smiles pinned in place in front of frowns gauging worth. What are riches ? To an old man with food in his belly When wild dreams flutter in mirage and thoughts now of salvation waving white flags of resignation in some bow to time and its taking of all the lights save the ones wavering candles in wind. Could it even be said now that moments have worth (?) when the great universe reaches for us its children chattering as if knowing what to expect. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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